With a load of hay bales due to be delivered tomorrow, buckets of maple sap piling up in our snowbank, Jenny Rat evading capture, and a snotty, grumpy and excessively poopy baby (seriously, is five poopy diapers a day normal?!), I am the first to admit that we are more than ready for Papa's return.
And I am sure that lugging all three kids to Liam's Taekwondo pre-test tonight is going to make the situation better. Sarcasm. So much sarcasm. Ian, please come home.
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